Photo by Bob Gentry ©2001
A Thought for Today
Ego should contribute to life, not override it.
Daisies and some half-striped
tulips have gone on living in the hotel bedroom for near half a week. I'll have new roses
for you and lilacs trucked in from the country by the barrel load. Bring me cider, if you
can, Chatsford honey, some magazines and books and the Pennsylvania chemistry your friend
cooks up. I doubt we'll need it, but whatever's fair.
I cannot wait to cup your buttocks in my hands and move down through your legs to
England's heaven. To try again what has been tried and done - to walk with you through
sunlit London even in the absence of the sun. To lie with you a hundred different ways and
with you ahead through all the summer days.
I had intended to describe your mouth to you while looking at it, but another week of
waiting is too long a time.. Your mouth is velvet on the inside like the underside of
violets, or the outside of your eyes.. Wet it tastes like nothing half so much as your own
mouth. Dry it hungers to be wet.
Your breath sometimes at night is like a mist, a thin grey fog that warms my neck when you
move near. You seldom wake me though I drown in perspiration, yours and mine. Unknowingly
your mouth takes me off to foreign places when my own rides up against it. We are
passengers on trains and sailing ships with no destination, in no hurry. Time and again
one rides against the other, a tug of war of tongues so gentle that we might not be
touching tongues at all.
- from Folio No. 7, Fall 1975
Details of Rod's upcoming concerts
and appearances can be obtained via the link below:
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